So the bitchslap did occur. Those people setting the practical papers were total sluts if you ask me. Not one vehicular set came out. Which is totally the bestest thing ever. But the manpack set was a total bitchslap too.
Flaming instructor had a field day finding fault with just about everything we had done. I cleared two out of three stations rather well. But the last one was a total bitchfest for FI.

He told me I might as well not put in the straps for the top part. And the handset plug was such an ass. It totally failed me time and again.
But regardless, I should be able to pass that one station quite OK. Fingers crossed!

Anyways.

Moo, Nigel and I totally hit out to the theatre to catch a movie. Nigel, queen of the night, couldn’t wait till 7 in the evening, so we had to skip Hellboy, which would have beaten the movie we watched tenfold.

We caught Wanted starring angelic Angelina Jolie, and that hot Scot James McAvoy.The plot gist? Angelina belongs to some assassin fraternity and with some other murderers, they coach cutie McAvoy to be just like them. Supposedly McAvoy’s dad was a member who bailed out on the fraternity. Maybe he wasn’t a fratboy anymore, people?
Moving on. All in all they told him to hunt down his father’s killer and then when he does that, turns out the “killer” he’s hunting was his real dad.
The twisted twist continues when it turns out that the kingpin, Sloan, decided who to be killed, and arranged for the fraternity to kill each other.
Next twist is that Jolie kills the others in the final confrontation and hottie goes in search for Sloan. Of course he’s alone after single-handedly killing everyone else in the training ground.
In a nut-shell — and the story’s quite nutty — Sloan hunts him down only to fall into his trap.

The movie is super lame because bullets now can travel over a mile I say, and kill a single person exactly on the head.
Bitch me about it.

But the movie gave us three more than enough feeder to bitch non-stop after that. We walked around before heading back home.

It’s so crazy, but so fun to be around these guys. It’s like we’re friend-soulmates. You know, the platonic soulmates.
They’re so funny that it’s such a downer we all have to part next Tuesday.
G-d you’re so good at making sports of your creations. Really, I must applaud you.

And you never got a chance to see
How good I’ve done
And you never got to see me
Back at number one
I wish that you was here to celebrate together
I wish that we can spend the holidays together

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P.s. It’s so obvious FI is a total FI. I mean, he watches 2046 (fabulous film by the way), and Maid in Manhattan. I’m guessing it’s Ralph Fiennes’ eyes he liked. LOL.

It’ll be a total bitchslap if they ever come up with the 800 vehicular sets tomorrow. I mean, talk about hitting people upside down. No offence, staff.

Hahaha.

But I’m so fricking pissed. My record of assembling the manpack set was totally smashed by AC guy. But really, if I had to lose to someone, it might as well be him. He’s smart. Coolness. And besides, anyone who got Distinction for H3 Physics deserves to beat me. And that’s a fast fact check.

But I’m so nervous. Back to yesterday. I completely haven’t discovered how to overcome the PW question. Because that is such a major component of local universities requirement. So much drama…

Back to today. We had a go at setting up the sets ourselves. I must say that I’ll ace the identification phase though the other two phases could see tumble and fall.
It’s basically three stages — setting up the manpack set, the vehicular set, and identifying articles. It’s a 2/3 for me at this stage. Apart from having to face that fact of a nervous breakdown should the bitchslap occur (refer above), I so am panicking because I’ll be hogging the TV set tonight, when I really should be studying. It’s a make-or-break for me, yall. I mean, it can mean a world of difference between 2 days off or 2 days to pack my stuff and leave camp.
You know?

It’s so tragical. And recourse is such a no-no, and a total non-option. And I’m freaking register number 17. That’s seventeenth person to go.
GASP! Oh well. I’ll pull through. Though the two days thingy is such a difficult thing to be certain about.

I think I better get back to watching TV study.

You know you love me.
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It has to be sheer coolness to find a fellow NSF so madly in love with the hit comedy Häßlicher Betty (that’s Ugly Betty for you non-Saxon speaking people).
And he isn’t some quiet dude, but a tall and loud (though real friendly) SAFTI guy who’s totally funny as well.
It’s just so cool to know people — sane and intelligent people — exists in the army. Sorry Auntie Minde, but it’s so sad to hear fellow NSFs talk on and on about having with this girl or that MILF. It’s so irritating really to have someone keep commenting — bragging really — how he did it with this 39-year-old loser, while you’re trying to stop thinking that you instructor might just be gay.

More drama today.

I’m telling you I’ll cry my heart out when the course is done. I mean, all the bitchiness I saw — and partake in — this past seven days have been so ME. I am loving this people.
Sure there are the act-cools and the patheticos, but seriously, who cares when you’re just gonna get together with your BFs over tea break and just bitch all about them. Totally bitches we are.

So our instructor totally was into gaydar mode during our practical demonstrations. He was talking about how many gay friends he had and where to hang out. I mean, come on! He’s so waiting for someone to hit on him! So drama I tell you.

Apparently Moo’s making chocolate cookies later tonight. And he’s sharing them with us tomorrow. I’m so making him take one of his own and consume it fully before I even take my first bite. I swear to you, homegirl may have gone into bimbotic mode and place something in there. I know, I’m so OCD sometimes.

It’s just exactly one week until I go back to Stag. It’s so sad to think about it. Next week has my favorite subject to date, ES. And it’s one whole day before the final day. So sad!!

Think positive, it’s still one week of bonding to do. (And let’s not kid ourselves — the gossip isn’t gonna hurt either. Haha. :LOL: )

Let’s run through the people we “officially” have bitched about.

There’s our instructor, who we think is totally giving off the gay vibe.
There’s this super-enthu guy who I christened ‘Princess’ because homegirl struts everywhere. You go gurl!
There’s this weird guy who we also believe gives off this whole gay vibe.
There’s the IC who we collectively think is so pathetic. ‘Nuff said.
There’s the RJ trio who we officially declare to be self-loathing haters. And flame queens too. :Wink:
There’s ‘Death Row’ aka back row, who we find so abominable. It’s just S-E-X all the time around them.

That’s basically our bitch list for now. Of course I’ll add on to it. Who’re you kiddin’?

Oh, this is some major shit news. I’m taking my A’Levels papers next year. I know, total shocker. But it’s really to end all drama from people top-down. (No pun intended, course sistas.)
Every since I was at Stag, my officer kept asking why I wasn’t in some JC. I mean, the whole poly drama has its effect, trust me.
But it’s complimentary when the officer you loathes tell you, that you have a ‘JC-face’ and looks smart.
Trust me, it’s a tip to hear it from him. (Not that I ever needed assurances from him...)

So, from my coursemates who are asking which JC I was from (again compliment), I think I’ll give it a shot.
Sure, self-study is totally not possible. (Unless wrecking your head inspires you..)

But here it goes. I’m all ‘Arts’ based really. So it’s just:
Math,
Economics (total fav!),
Malay (I need a subject filler, honey),
World History (another fav), and
General Paper (duh).

It’s kind of off right now, but I’ll work on it. I so would solicit Tengy’s advice, but the ‘eternal optimist’ of last year has been rather down-low lately. So rather than face a barrage of Big Nos, I’ll wait it out and plan for the cores.
(By the way, my magazines have so not been coming in. Subscription canceled again, huh pap?)

It’s so exciting yet madness at the same time. But I seriously need to do this for myself. Too much wasted time this past years.

Oh wait, did I tell yall I’m still going ahead with my SAT retake and SAT II papers? And I’m gonna kill myself by taking the LSAT and GED as well.

OK, so I plan on an American education, but with so many of my homies in Singapore, it’s so hard to try to go elsewhere.
It’s called contingency. Holla, my chicas.

And Nigel, you’re still a bitch — though Moo, you’re a total bimboslut, queen of the dumb bitches of Whoria. LOL. Hahahahaha.

I give you everything that I am
I’m handin’ over everything that I’ve got
Cause I wanna have a really true love
Don’t ever wanna have to go & give you up
Stay up till 4 in the morning & the tears are pouring
And I want to make it worth the fight
What have we been doing for all this time?
Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right.

It’s so strange the lyrics are so expressively not me right now.

WHY? WHY? Why am I stuck in camp (whose environment is wicked, totally loves it) where the people and I so don’t click?

There’s not one good soul to bitch with. Everyone’s trying to act macho and tough. It’s so tragical.
I really loathe going back to Stag. Left alone, I’m so happy. But with the people there, I feel like just counting down the days.

It seems so bizarre before that I completely hated this course, but now, it’s a like a holiday which you had to drag yourself out of bed to even get a steppin’. But then you grew to like it because people around you made it tolerable. And then it became fun because you feel so at ease and at home among those people.
And then the eventual reality that it will have to end. And you have to go back home.
Pity, big pity.

For once in my MMC so far, I’m actual enjoying myself, and then this terrible sensation of having to part with people I sincerely enjoyed being around?
G-d, you sure like to make sport of your creations.

Love you to hell still.

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So much drama these few days.

Sure there was the customary weekend rest. And wham!

I actually made it past one week of my course without spilling my guts out along Sembawang Road. I know! So much stress.
Anyways, the past week has been just major bitch-up and meet-up sessions with friends.

Last Saturday was spent meeting up with Tengy. We went book-whoring and bought like 5 books (or is it 4..?) and borrowed 3 others. Followed by a quick lunch and more meeting-up talk. Totally walking all over the place.

Shouts to Mooo and Nigel, super bitches from my course. The only constant in our course seems to be our bitching about each other.
It’s really quite crazy to be able to simply talk to each other and realise what good bitches we are. Like seriously, we have been getting the dirty eye look from the instructors. Totally LOL moments!

Apart from that, it’s mental-bitching and physical-nudging each other whenever the RJ sluts go on a bitching spree.
Like really, they could go on and on and on about who was slutty back in college and who was making out with who. And the worst part was how they “allegedly” installed cameras to catch their college mates in action. Apart from being so tragic, that was not the end straw. They supposedly had them installed so they can watch those hotties do it, while they, the Peepers, watch from home!!
Like what the hell!

Someone pass me the barf bucket.

Seriously, RJians need to have a reality check.
So the three bitches (yours truly included) have decided that the three of them were closeted self-hating gays who derive their thrills and kicks from watching straight couples do it — all from the wallowing comforts of their homes.
Oh they totally look the part of nerds, so I better update my nerd-alert sketchbook.

But really.
Those two really makes the course tolerable. Of course apart from fearing that the SB 4170 or SB 22 sets might come up for our practical paper, I do think I might ace this course. Getting an ‘A’ means getting 3 days off.
I so need a break. The last one was 4 weeks ago. I know, like it has been ages.

It sounds so bizarre now, but I feel that 2 weeks 2 days, now seems so short. I wish it was one month. It’s crazy given my previous entry, but you simply gotta suck it in and stride it out. Like hello! Zullie is going through 9 months over there. (Which reminds me, I wonder if he has met Guo, my friend at SAFTI or perhaps Nigel from CCO Pasir Leba?)
I miss Zullie. So much has changed since we last talked. Which was somewhere in March. It’s so long ago.

I cannot wait to get a Lenovo notebook. Mine is great, just that I totally would like a smaller one. Slutty, I know.

But I’ve been a super slut and totally maxed out my card. Now saddled with credit card debt, I so am in serious trouble if I ever use the card again.
Thank G-d for my father’s supplementary cards.

It’s nine o’clock now.

The practical test is on this Thursday and the theory paper is on next Tuesday. I just pray the practical would be from my sets. That would be so fun. I mean, I know my sets like hell. Well, not hell hell. You get the point.

I feel like having chocolate marshmallows. I think I’m high. I so need to revise now.

I’ll try to blog more often. But no promises.

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P.s. I totally hate Britney’s Break the Ice video. It’s so disgusting. What happened to the dancey videos of Me against the Music or I’m a slave for you? So disappointing. The best thing is to simply listen and not watch the video.
And do listen. The track is wicked!

It has been three terrible days over at my course. Everything that is anything is racing through my mind now.
From planning to avoid marches, to deciding if I want to OOC myself from the whole thing.

I feel so suffocated just being around there. The instructors — to be fair — have been rather nice to us, and not been nasty to me, so that’s more important.
And I also networked quite a bit already. Just that it’s been only 3 days, and my life is such a mess.

So we are all divas in some ways or another. We’ve been too pampered and holed up in our stores for way too long in the comfort of air-conditioners.
So maybe this whole experience is a little too much drama for us.

But when I think about getting OOT, I realise who dumb it might just get. Firstly, the next intake is in August. Which is next month, so it’s so stupid to go out now and then come back again in a matter of weeks, not months.
The other thing is that in the midst of the whole drama, I actually made several new friends. It’s really a big deal because I bailed on my mates over in prisonisland and so getting new friends here, who are doing the same things I do, is a big deal.

And yet, my body is calling me out to just stay put but then at times, telling me to get my ass out of there.

So much drama.

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